
#Happy Reading's🌻
.
.
.
The sun has gone up. The light was so bright and hit the two couples who still provide warmth on the mattress. Because Ansel was right facing the window, and his face felt glare he woke up.
Slowly Ansel opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the face of the woman he loved so much. Who else if not Nara. His hands were still hugging Nara's body. For a moment he looked at the face of his wife who was so sweet without makeup on her face.
"Pretty."
One word Ansel mentioned when looking at Nara's face. He stroked Nara's face slowly. Starting from the eyes, shield, to the lips. When he touched his lips, he imagined the incident last night. Ansel smiled remembering. He slowly approached Nara's lips and kissed her.
"You're mine... It will always be mine Nara." Lirih Ansel and he woke up from his sleep to the bathroom.
Nara opened her eyes and held onto her lips that Ansel had snatched away earlier. Actually, he's awake. He pretended to be still asleep so that he would not feel ashamed because for the first time he hugged Ansel.
"Should I really put your name in my heart? But what about Bayu?" Nara was worried. His heart slowly accepted Ansel, but his mind was still fixed on Bayu.
Nara tried to lean her body towards the head of the bed by dragging her body using her hands.
"I'm sorry Ansel, Bayu..." Nara closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, Ansel was dressed. He's going to the office this morning. He saw Nara sitting on the bed. Ansel.
"Want a shower? I'll get you Ijah's bik..." Ansel and Nara nodded.
Before Ansel went to call Ijah's bik, he turned his body.
"Today is your therapy day. I'm gonna come back here to take you to therapy."
"No need... Must be a lot of work, right? I'll go with mommy." Reject Nara.
"No. I'll keep dropping you off. Remember, don't leave before I come." After saying that, Ansel went to call Ijah's bik.
Nara just shook her head when she heard that. After Ijah's bik came, he started to help Nara take a bath. While Ansel, he brought breakfast to his room. She wants to eat with Nara in the room.
"Let's eat..." Said Ansel had prepared a table and some breakfast assisted by several household assistants.
"Why is breakfast here? I'll go downstairs with bik Ijah." Said Nara who was sitting in a wheelchair at the push bik Ijah.
"Just want to. Let's have breakfast..." Ansel approaches Nara and replaces Ijah's bik pushing Nara's wheelchair.
Ansel locked Nara's wheelchair to keep it in place, after which Ansel sat in his seat opposite Nara. They start breakfast, initially Ansel wants to feed Nara but Nara refuses. After they finished with breakfast, Ansel was about to leave for work.
"Wait." Prevent Nara.
"What's wrong?" Tanya Ansel approached Nara.
"Bend down..." Pinta Nara's. And Ansel complied with his request.
After bending over, Nara confirmed Ansel's tie which looked slanted and a little messy.
"You're how the hell? Gini oblique tie is not allowed!" Omel Nara confirms Ansel's tie. Ansel smiled at his chatter.
"It." Nara's smile after confirming Ansel's tie.
Cup
Ansel kissed Nara's forehead. "Thank you, wife..." Ansel looked at Nara.
Nara's heart was pounding. Her face was reddened by Ansel's sweet treatment.
"Ekhem... Yes equally. It's gone to work." Nara said, turning her face to resist embarrassment.
"Yes-yes... Uh but why is your face flushed? You feverish?" Ansel put his palm on Nara's forehead to check whether it was hot or not.
Nara brushed off Ansel's hand. His face is getting red. "A~aku is okay... Get in the office, it's late!"
"alright... I'll go first." Ansel stroked the top of Nara's head and afterwards went to the office.
Nara held onto her chest which continued to pound. "Why is he acting like that anyway?! Whoa... It's not safe for my heart health if every day he's behaving that way." Lirih Nara's.
......
"Hoam... My body hurts all! Is this because last night I slept in a work chair? Ah it hurts so much!" Viana's stern body. Last night Viana worked on the documents she left behind for a few days.
Viana is in her office. He had spent two cups of coffee because his drowsiness always attacked him.
"Why am I still sleepy?" Viana's grouse put her head to sleep on the desk. His eyes closed slowly because he was very sleepy.
How not sleepy? Viana fell asleep at 3am. And he has to go to the office at 7 a.m. The sound of knocking on the door did not affect Viana who was sleeping.
"Why is she getting so pretty?"
It was Maxim who knocked on the door. Because there was no answer from the inside, he opened the door and saw Viana fall asleep with her head on the table. Slowly Maxim approached the sleeping Viana. He also looked at Viana's face that had not met for several weeks.
Maxim asked Viana's uncle Edward, owner of Swift Corp. Maxim asked for his office address because he wanted to see Viana. At first Edward is confused, why Maxim does not know his office while he knows Maxim is seen close to Viana. Edward finally gave me his office address.
Maxim got rid of the hair boy that was blocking Viana's face. Pitying to see how tired Viana was, Maxim held Viana and put her to bed on the sofa. Maxim sat across Viana looking at Viana sleeping.
Three hours passed, Viana had just woken up from her sleep. After his consciousness was full, he was surprised to see Maxim in front of him who was smiling.
"You?! Why would it be here? And I why am I on the couch?" Wonder Viana.
"I knocked on your door but you didn't answer. So I just go inside and I see you asleep on the table, and then I move you to the couch." Maxim.
"Why didn't you wake me up? And it's already a clock..."
"What's? I slept 3 hours? Oh my god! I'll have a meeting with the board of directors! Why not wake me up stupid! Did my assistant come in here?" Viana asked with a huff.
"Yes, 20 minutes ago he was here. And I told him to come back 'cause you're still sleeping. I can't bear to wake you up because you look so exhausted."
"Ah is really stupid! It's an important meeting, why not just wake me up! Uh..." Viana tidied up her files and left in a hurry to leave the room leaving Maxim still sitting on the sofa.
"I was wrong?" Maxim spoke to him himself as he scratched his non-itchy nape.
.
.
.
TB